Srinagar, Oct. 10 -- Her face is wrinkled, her back bent, her hands tremble, and her steps falter. Time, my dear, time, ruthless and indifferent, strips away the beauty of the people we highly adore and cherish the most. There is no greater enemy than time. It robs us of those who love us beyond measure. It plays its part so surreptitiously and cunningly but Its cruelty becomes most visible when our mothers-once radiant, energetic, young and full of life-grow old before our eyes, while we remain powerless to halt its assault on their youth. I was told by my siblings, town people and it is evident now from the shrewd nature of my mother that my mother was once strikingly beautiful, but as her youngest child, I never witnessed her prime mys...